I've gotten used to the darkness inside.
Wen Qiao then noticed that a dimly lit bedside lamp was on, and she could see Shen Jichuan's face clearly.
He was naturally good-looking, and his face showed some signs of aging, but they weren't obvious.
At this moment, there was a hint of uncontrollable desire.
His warm breath wafted from his soft voice right next to her ear.
It was humid and hot, and very ambiguous.
For a moment, Wen Qiao was a little unable to react; her mind seemed to have gone blank.
She called out "Sir" in a low voice.
His voice was soft, as if someone were gently brushing a feather across the tip of his heart.
"Wen Qiao, don't you understand at all?"
The force of his wrist traveled down her back and landed on her waist, where he suddenly pressed down.
The two people were pressed tightly together, leaving no gaps.
In the summer, both of them were wearing very thin clothes. The old hanging fan in the hotel creaked and groaned, but there was no wind at all.
The two of them felt increasingly hot and sticky all over.
Wen Qiao didn't understand just now.
Now I understand... anyone who doesn't understand will be a fool.
Did she really naively believe that Shen Jichuan came to the countryside to help out and casually brought a handgun, hiding it in his trouser pocket?
"So, do you want it now?"
Wen Qiao asked in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
Shen Jichuan pressed one hand against her slender waist, pressing her close to his body.
With his other hand, he touched her lips and then covered them with a light, fleeting kiss.
"I want to." He said in a low, husky voice, suddenly intensifying the kiss, but then restraining himself. "You're still young, not mentally prepared. I won't touch you, just give you a kiss."
Wen Qiao breathed softly and hummed in response. Her hands, which had been hanging at her sides, were slightly raised and hooked around Shen Jichuan's neck.
"I'm not afraid."
She and Shen Jichuan have obtained their marriage certificate.
Moreover, he was truly an extremely good person to her.
Wen Qiao felt that no one she would meet again would be as good to her as Shen Jichuan.
Moreover, he had plenty of opportunities to have her, but he didn't.
At this moment, Shen Jichuan regretted his impulsive words to Wen Qiao earlier, asking her to come over to him...
Shen Jichuan couldn't take it anymore.
He even wanted to call Wen Qiao out; he wanted to kiss her.
He held back.
On the way back, Lü Yazhi went to buy local specialties, which gave them a chance to be alone. It was in a moment of impulse that Shen Jichuan asked Wen Qiao to come to room 206 to find him...
She was an honest girl, and soon she took the initiative to come to him.
They kissed from the doorway onto the hotel bed.
He dared not act recklessly, fearing he would lose control of the situation.
Wen Qiao didn't understand what it was like to have a relationship with a man.
She was completely passive, letting him control her.
After an unknown amount of time, he seemed very strange, holding her tightly and not letting her move.
"Sir, are you alright?"
Wen Qiao looked at Shen Jichuan, who was lying on top of her.
She was very uncomfortable in this position.
He was tall and strong, and when he pressed down on her, he was really heavy.
Moreover, Wen Qiao was ashamed to discover that something was wrong with her body; she felt very uncomfortable, as if she had started her period.
"Um."
His voice was even hoarser than before.
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